The Name on Dusty Glass

Sudhan Subedi

You write her name on the dusty glass,
Of a car not yours, parked by the bay,
Let her name travel on every breeze,
Let the world know your love today.

Though washed or cleaned in a little while,
For now, her name is clear, it gleams,
Until the rain or time erases,
Her name lingers in fleeting dreams.